As pools beneath stone arches take Darkly within their deeps again Shapes of the flowing stone, and make Stories anew of passing men, So let the living thoughts that keep, Morning and evening, in their kind, Eternal change in height and deep, Be mirrored in my happy mind: Beat, world, upon this heart, be loud Your marvel chanted in my blood. Come forth, O sun, through cloud on cloud To shine upon my stubborn mood. Great hills that fold above the sea, Ecstatic airs and sparkling skies, Sing out your words to master me -- Make me immoderately wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 18. HARD TO BE PLEASED by PHILIP AYRES |